Friday, May 07, 2010
This is the end.
Maybe in time, you might forget and I’ll move away. I have to run or else I’ll never know how far I can stray. I have to stop molding myself. This flesh is not malleable; it’s skin scratched and smoothed. Let myself unfold out of its former shape, out of this tough exterior. You can erase me, shavings of lead are the only trace. I was never there.
Monday, May 03, 2010
Please don't look at me with those bright blue eyes. They make me weak-kneed and starving for words to fill
the thick, hanging silence. You marked into the bark of me, leaving
scars. But the scars left winding grooves and patterns.. cutting through
me with a bread knife, ragged edges in the lacerations. Covering every
speckle of guilt I've ever felt by moving on, or trying to at least. But
you always come back like a sickness and I blindly succumb. Like a blue
bird bleeding into dark dry concrete, you sear me with your impossible
eyes.
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